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#4
Others might have thought it rude.
I never did.
That the Queen always seemed to be
waving to herself...
Worship is the I of the beholder
#5
There is an edge
to the universe
that was never visible
before
be wise
Stand back
#6
Holding
is
The most important thing
I've ever
done
Unleashed,
Cast to the feral city streets
Arms . limbs , hearts
Hands , lips, tears
Confuse you with their touch
Piel
Hide
Here in sleep
A new mother sings for you
Only for you
La nacin de pecadores nos
lleva a perdonar
A nation of sinners begs your
forgivness
They lost you in their
cinematic ignorance
Where you are not real
He has lied
Que no era
un padre
That was not a parent,a father
He was not given , he stole
No father knows he
Minti
He lied
Del Nio He lied
Fusion
By Renee Choiniere May 2011
Always connected
even to the things
that have gone
from my sight
You will go from my sight
one day
You will lay and roll the hills
away from me
You will never
disconnect
from within
we are tied , woven
fused
even to the things
we cannot see
we are joined
we feel
with each others
fingers
the pulse
we share
Two Haiku
Us and Them Haiku
Renee Choiniere @ 10/17/2011
Asphalt grey pigeons coo
Living cold tenement lives
Farm hens roost inside
She said
well hello there
And shook my hand
I took a picture
in my mind
I still go there
I remember
A blond boy with huge muscles
kissed me
My mother cried
because of his
last name
I saw him every day for 2 weeks
He was my Romeo
I forget his first name
I still owe her
I remember
Her telling me
what she remembered
About her front porch
About my conductor grandfather
Using his railroad passes to take her to
museums
And once to the opera
It made her cry
Because of that
I still know her
Hear me child . . .
By Renee Choiniere 11/28/11 (7 syllable Anacreontic)
THE CANADIAN
By Renee Choiniere 8/12/11
I remember horses
Huge blond draft horses
panting and sweating in the snow
sweet smelling as the sugar in the barn
pulling, yanking, sliding
hoisting the filling vats along the trail
that separated the trees
into maple rows
My father
now spoke only the kings English
Brought up in his chest
from the under world
The new world
that had kidnapped generations of farm
boys
He didn't seem to care
He was at home in his kin
and
easy , easy
I am alone
not as my own
store her
next to mine
I still see it
in a cloud over the barn
they are
every,
from me
mother is watching
in the crevice
know them
as they were
when I last knew them